Category: Work life
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Tanka for working from home
In interesting times, I write at my son’s old desk cut into his closet stuffed with childhood remnants curse, avalanche looms
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Pond and Brook
I leave my Pond and Brook by the bedside, with its buzzing mayflies, fin-splashed surface, amoeba-soaked beach, and head downstairs, to ease myself through churning email where minor decisions flutter across dry laminate. All the while the mayflies await my return, and chatter through their own webs of consequence.
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Finding things lost
I no longer trust myself having searched all morning for the missing piece in our endless jigsaw and come up empty-handed – then to find it with a quick glance as I poured more coffee. You ask where I left my heart – out on the porch after dinner or somewhere on the lake bluff?…
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White rose in November blooming
as if you cannot wait for the snow, as if you open wide to remind us that November holds both summer and winter. We learn from you to prepare for any crazy thing, to carry our burdens lightly so we might dare to bloom if given even half a chance.
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In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How many steps like this in how many galaxies on earth unrecounted? They come, they go, dust tumbles round footprints, shuffling in and out, as if deciding what shall be be.
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It is no wonder
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? You would not blame me I think. They dive in the mist over loch and glen, feathers soaked from the constant drip. No tree a harbor, being waterlogged as well; some find cover under our…
Poems from in between 